I saw a woman sleeping. In her sleep she dreampt Life stood before her,and held in each hand a gift—in the one Love, in the other Freedom.And she said to the woman, "Choose!"
And the woman waited long; and she said: "Freedom!" And Life said, "Thouhast well chosen. If thou hadst said, 'Love,' I would have given thee thatthou didst ask for; and I would have gone from thee, and returned to theeno more. Now, the day will come when I shall return. In that day I shallbear both gifts in one hand." I heard the woman laugh in her sleep.
Olive Schreener's Dreams.
Who is ever at once her first, most severe, and most sympathetic critic,whose encouragement and interest in her work never flags; whose abidingbelief in human rights, without sex limitations, and in equality ofopportunity leaves scant room in his great soul to harbor patience withsex domination in a land which boasts of freedom for all, and embodies itssymbol of Liberty in the form of the only legally disqualified andunrepresented class to be found upon its shores.
PRAY YOU, SIR, WHOSE DAUGHTER?
In the following story the writer shows us what poverty and dependence arein their revolting outward aspects, as well as in their crippling effectson all the tender sentiments of the human soul. Whilst the many suffer forwant of the decencies of life, the few have no knowledge of suchconditions.
They require the poor to keep clean, where water by landlords isconsidered a luxury; to keep their garments whole, where they have naughtbut rags to stitch together, twice and thrice worn threadbare. Theimprovidence of the poor as a valid excuse for ignorance, poverty, andvice, is as inadequate as is the providence of the rich, for their virtue,luxury, and power. The artificial conditions of society are based on falsetheories of government, religion, and morals, and not upon the decrees ofa